“Are you going to sleep all day?” Riley asked.
“I’m up now. I’ll be down in a minute.”
With a sigh, Riley walked back down the stairs. She wished Gabriela was here, but she always took some time away on Sundays.
Riley plopped herself down on the couch. All day yesterday April had been sullen and distant. Riley hadn’t known how to relieve the unidentified tension between them, and she’d been relieved when April had gone to a Halloween party in the evening. Since it had been at a friend’s house a couple of blocks away, Riley hadn’t worried. At least not until it got to be after one a.m. and her daughter wasn’t home.
Fortunately, April had showed up while Riley was still undecided whether or not to take some kind of action. But April had come in and stalked off to bed with barely a word to her mother. And so far, she didn’t sound any more inclined to communicate this morning.
Riley was glad that she was home to try to sort out whatever was wrong. She hadn’t committed herself to the new case, and she was still feeling torn about it. Bill kept reporting to her, so she knew that yesterday he and Lucy Vargas had gone out to investigate Meara Keagan’s disappearance. They’d interviewed the family Meara had been working for, and also her neighbors in her apartment building. They’d gotten no leads at all.
Today Lucy was taking charge of a general search, coordinating several agents who were passing out flyers with Meara’s picture on them. Meanwhile, Bill was none too patiently waiting for Riley to decide whether to take the case or not.
But she didn’t have to decide right away. Everybody at Quantico understood that Riley wouldn’t be available tomorrow. One of the first killers she’d ever brought to justice was up for parole in Maryland. Not testifying at that hearing was simply out of the question.
As Riley sat mulling over her choices, April came bounding down the stairs, fully dressed. She charged into the kitchen without even giving her mother so much as a glance. Riley got up and followed her.
“What have we got to eat?” April asked, looking inside the refrigerator.
“I could fix you some breakfast,” Riley said.
“That’s okay. I’ll find something.”
April took out a piece of cheese and closed the refrigerator door. At the kitchen counter she cut off a slice of cheese and poured herself a cup of coffee. She added cream and sugar to the coffee, sat down at the kitchen table, and began to nibble on the cheese.
Riley sat down with her daughter.
“How was the party?” Riley asked.
“It was okay.”
“You got home kind of late.”
“No, I didn’t.”
Riley decided not to argue. Maybe one o’clock really wasn’t late for fifteen-year-olds to be out at parties these days. How would she know?
“Crystal told me you have a boyfriend,” Riley said.
“Yeah,” April said, sipping her coffee.
“What’s his name?”
“Joel.”
After a few moments of silence, Riley asked, “How old is he?”
“I don’t know.”
Riley felt a knot of anxiety and anger rise up in her throat.
“How old is he?” Riley repeated.
“Fifteen, okay? The same as me.”
Riley felt sure that April was lying.
“I’d like to meet him,” Riley said.
April rolled her eyes. “Christ, Mom. When did you grow up? The fifties or something?”
Riley felt stung.
“I don’t think that’s unreasonable,” Riley said. “Have him stop by. Introduce him to me.”
April set down her coffee cup so hard it spilled a little onto the table.
“Why do you try to control me all the time?” she snapped.
“I’m not trying to control you. I just want to meet your boyfriend.”
For a few moments, April just stared sullenly and silently into her coffee. Then she suddenly got up from the table and stormed out of the kitchen.
“April!” Riley yelled.
Riley followed April through the house. April went to the front door and grabbed her bag, which was hanging on the hat stand.
“Where are you going?” Riley said.
April didn’t reply. She opened the door and went out, slamming the door behind her.
Riley stood in stunned silence for a few moments. Surely, she thought, April would come right back.
She waited for a whole minute. Then she went to the door, opened it, and looked up and down the street. There was no sign of April anywhere.
Riley felt the bitter taste of disappointment in her mouth. She wondered how things had gotten like this. She’d had tough times with April in the past. But when the three of them – Riley, April, and Gabriela – had moved to this townhouse during the summer, April had been very happy. She’d made friends with Crystal and had been fine when school started in September.
But now, just two months later, April had gone from a happy teenager back to being a sullen one. Had her PTSD kicked back in? April had suffered a delayed reaction after the killer named Peterson had caged her and tried to kill her. But she had been seeing a good therapist and had seemed to be working her way through those problems.
Still standing in the open doorway, Riley took her cell phone out of her pocket and texted April.
U come back here. Right now.
The text was marked as “delivered.” Riley waited. Nothing happened. Had April left her own cell phone at home? No, that was not possible. April had grabbed her bag on the way out, and she never went anywhere without her cell phone.
Riley kept looking at the phone. The message was still marked as “delivered,” not “read.” Was April simply ignoring her text?
Just then, Riley felt pretty sure she knew where April had gone. She picked up a key from a table near the door and stepped out onto her little front porch. She went down the stairs from her townhouse and across the lawn to the next unit, where Blaine and Crystal lived. Again staring at her cell phone, she rang the doorbell.
When Blaine answered the door and saw her, a wide smile spread across his features.
“Well!” he said. “This is a nice surprise. What brings you over?”
Riley stammered awkwardly.
“I was wondering if … Does April happen to be here? Visiting Crystal?”
“No,” he said. “Crystal’s not here either. She went to the coffee shop, she said. You know, the one close by.”
Blaine knitted his brow with concern.
“What’s the matter?” he asked. “Is there some kind of problem?”
Riley groaned. “We had a fight,” she said. “She stormed out. I was hoping she’d come over here. I think she’s ignoring my text.”
“Come on in,” Blaine said.
Riley followed him into his living room. The two of them sat down on the couch.
“I don’t know what’s going on with her,” Riley said. “I don’t know what’s going on with us.”
Blaine smiled wistfully.
“I know the feeling,” he said.
Riley was a bit surprised.
“Do you?” she asked. “It always looks to